i'm 7 weeks. single mum witha a DS who's 6 and was really really happy with that life - BF wanted to try for a baby, i agreed - i'm 43, thought it would take forever / be impossible / need help. i thought we'd have plenty of time to think about it while we were trying... it took 2 weeks. we don't even live together yet.
a bit of me is super happy and excited; but a big bit of me is petrified - of giving up my body and my job and my life and going back to nappies and exhaustion. And after the pain of separating from DS's dad, which has taken years to get over (if one ever DOES get over it. i feel pretty scarred), i'm petrified of that happening again, though BF is much more caring than he was. i feel trapped and tearful. i'll never have sex with anyone new ever again. Somehow that makes me really sad.
this all sounds mental, i know. i really hope it's just the hormones. i don't remember what i felt like last time.
is this normal? i want to cry all the time.